Lucky you. : ) Our little house was framed so quickly that it left me at a loss for words.
By August 9, after a day and a half of hammers, saws, bad words, sun and a pesky hawk, our perfect frame rested happily under a roof of an exactly blue sky and the occasional vaporous wisp*.
We continued to work long days as though it were possible to move in by the first day of school, September 8, as planned. Who were we kidding?
Even so, we felt lucky. A sympathetic sun kept rain and cold weather haunting New England and our laundry drying in 15 minutes. The cleanest air ever, if you stay away from the American Legion on Friday nights, made every breath a celebration. A 5-star restaurant could never compete with our nightly cooked-under-the-stars-with-a-Coleman-stove organic rice and beans. With a salvaged 50 gallon drum table holding candle stubs and a re-purposed peanut butter jar of roadside sweet peas and daisies each meal punctuated the end of a chapter....that I'll never get around to writing because I'm messing with that damn Coleman stove.
*we have great clouds here
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